4 Years • jb

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| Malaysia |

Week Of The Wedding - Monday

"So he hasn't stopped texting you?" Taylor asked as we both sat in my office. I nodded, "Yup, and I don't even know if he's still in New York."

"So you're not going to talk to him?" He than asked me as I shook my head, "Talk about what?" I chuckled, "The hell we going to talk about Taylor? Let me know."

He chuckled shaking his head while putting his hands up in defense, "Okay so say you don't talk to him, what about the wedding you're going to see him everyday."

"Woah, I'll see him a day, 2 days at the most. Not everyday." I corrected him. On Wednesday everybody was flying out to Vegas together. Yes, I said. Ava wants to get married in Las Vegas, how cliché.

Anyway the point is, I'll probably see him at the rehearsal dinner and than again on the actual wedding day. No big deal.

"Say whatever you want Mal, I know you. You'll talk to him." He smirked and I just rolled my eyes, "I doubt it."
He laughed, "I'm not saying you're going to like it or have a choice, but I know you'll talk to him. You act different around Justin, but not in a bad way."

"Oh really?" I furrowed my brows, "How so—" I grabbed my stomach running over to the bathroom I had in my office.. yes I have a bathroom don't ask why, it was just a must.

It only took seconds until I was on the floor, puking my life away into the toilet. Taylor ran up behind me and rubbed my back trying to calm me down, "Jesus Christ, you're sick?" He asked.

I leaned back, wiping my mouth, "No, or at least I didn't think I was." He nodded, "Okay than what did you eat? You've had to have eaten something bad if you're just randomly throwing up."

"I don't— I don't remember?" I looked at him confused. "Well are you pregnant?" He blurted out grinning at me. My eyes widened, "Get the fück out of here, ain't nobody fücking pregnant!"

"Calm down crazy, I was just asking! It would make sense though unto why your randomly throwing up." He said handing me a bottle of water. "I'm on the pill." I said sternly.

"And you act like that always works?" He eye'd me up and down. I raised my eyebrows, "It better fücking work."

He chuckled, "Listen all I'm saying is that be careful." I groaned, "God you sound like my brother." He shrugged, "You say it like that's a bad thing, Max is hot."

I rolled my eyes before glaring at him, "Out." He laughed, "What Malaysia? He is!" I quietly giggled before pointing to my door, "Out."

***

"What I want to know is, why in the blue fück would you think it was okay to tell my brother about what we did?" I asked Preston, while sitting on his living room couch. He chuckled, "Malaysia calm down, it's not that big of a deal."

"Not that big of deal?" I crossed my arms, "What makes you think I want my little brother to know who I sleep with? That's my business!" He rolled his eyes, "Mala—"

"No Preston! I don't want people knowing who I have sex with." I spat. "Wait a minute? You weren't drunk were you, you knew what you were doing." I said as he got quiet, "You acted drunk and willingly told my brother! What is wrong with you?"

"What! It's fine to fück me in private? But god forbid letting someone find out because you don't want it to get back to Justin!" His voice got louder, as I just sat there taken back that he would say such a thing. "I need to go." I got up and started to head for the front door.